Wifely Duty

by Joannie Kay

  He opened the door to her room, and frowned when he didn't see her. Had she somehow managed to sneak out of the house? He heard a couple of sniffles, and immediately realized she was hiding behind the privacy screen. "Glenna, there is no need to hide yourself. I am your husband. Come and stand before me."

  "Please do not make me do this shameful thing!" she cowered behind the screen.

  "There is nothing shameful in obeying your husband, my dear," he said coaxingly. "Today there will be no secrets between us. You will learn how to please me, andhow to please yourself in the process. Now come, and no more of this missishness."

  Glenna was crying as she stepped from behind the screen. She didn't have enough hands to cover everywhere that needed covering, and she simply couldn't look at Charles.

  "You have yet to take down your hair, Glenna," Charles said. "Please unpin it and let it fall naturally."

  Glenna saw him pick up the hairbrush, and she gasped in dismay. She really had no choice but to obey him. Surely her father would help her get a divorce when she told her parents of the shameful things Charles insisted upon? She pulled pins from her hair, and it fell around her shoulders. She looked at Charles, hoping he wouldn't spank her after all, and was stunned at the look in his dark eyes. They were smoldering, and he seemed pleased!

  "You are truly a beautiful woman, Glenna. It takes my breath away to look at you." He ran the brush carefully through her hair, taking out all the tangles and making it shine.

  "This is just wrong, Charles! Please let me dress! Only a fallen woman would do something like this!"

  "Or perhaps a woman who loves her husband?" he chided. "Turn around and let me see your back."

  Glenna did as he asked. At least her privates weren't on display. To her shock, Charles touched her, running his hand over her back, and lower, over her reddened cheeks. "You have a lovely ass, Glenna," he told her, fondling her cheeks, "Even when you're red from spanking." When she gasped, he said, "You will be a lot redder by the time we retire tonight. I believe spanking keeps order in the home, and you will be spanked when I feel it is necessary, and perhaps even for our pleasure at times," he leaned down to kiss her neck.

  Glenna felt shivers race up and down her spine. "Stop that, Charles!" she scolded.

  "Now Glenna, is that any way to speak to your husband?" he scolded, displeased.

  "It's daylight, and we aren't even in bed, under the blankets," she reminded him, outraged. "You have seen me now... I wish to get dressed."

  "You have no need of clothing today, Glenna."

  "What? You can't be serious! I am not living in some harem, Charles! I refuse to be treated like this."

  "Glenna, today is a lesson in wifely duties. Today you will please me, and you will be punished so that I know you are learning your lesson. The first part of your punishment will be to take a nice long look at yourself." He pulled her over in front of her full length mirror, and adjusted it so that she could see herself fully.

  "No, Charles!" she hated this.

  "Yes, Glenna, you will open your eyes and look at your body. It is beautiful." He waited on her to open her eyes, and when she didn't, he smacked her reddened cheeks several times. Her eyes flew open then. "That's better," he said softly. "Look at your lovely breasts, Glenna. Why is it you don't ever want me to see them or touch them?" He cupped them in his large hands, and made her watch as he flicked his thumbs over the pink nipples. "Does this cause you pain?" he asked.

  "Noooo!" she squirmed.

  "Pleasure?" he asked knowingly.

  "I don't want you to do this, Charles? It's disgusting and perverted."

  "It's natural, Glenna. There is nothing disgusting or perverted about your body, and I'm going to know and explore every inch of you today. Relax against me. I'm going to enjoy touching my wife's breasts."

  Charles made her stand in front of the mirror and watch while he caressed her. Glenna was shocked when her nipples hardened, and she felt a tightening in her lower regions. Charles' touch was gentle, and his eyes were smoldering as they met hers in the mirror. "I'm tempted to punish you for hiding these lovely breasts from me for the last three months," he scolded.

  "No!" she gasped.

  "Then will you give me suckle?" he demanded.

  "Like a wee babe?" Glenna asked, horrified. "No! I'm going to leave you, Charles!"

  "No, you are going to get your lovely titties whipped until you decide to give me suckle," he corrected her.

  "Oh, no! Please... I will... let you... Just don't whip me..." she begged of him

  Charles lowered his head to her right breast, and Glenna gasped as his tongue gently swirled over her nipple, and then he caught the bud between his teeth and nipped. She was ashamed when she moaned in pleasure. Her other breast was treated to the same delicious torment, and then Charles stopped.

  "Are you feeling wet between your legs now, Glenna?"

  She nodded, her face a flaming scarlet.

  "Good. That is what you are supposed to feel before your husband enters your body. Now, we'll take care of a spanking that will remind you to offer your breasts freely the next time I ask.

  "I don't want to be punished, Charles," she cried. He was making her feel all achy and needy, and she didn't want the pleasant feelings replaced with pain.

  "A punishment is in order, Glenna. Where is your riding crop?" he demanded.

  "Oh no!"

  "Fetch it, please." If she was obedient, the punishment would be mild. If she pouted, argued, and fussed, he would give her something to remember for a while.

  Glenna wasn't sure what she thought of 'this' Charles. 'Her' Charles wasn't nearly so forceful. She went to the wardrobe, and reached clear to the back. She took out the small whip she used for riding, although she rarely used in on her mount. It truly wasn't necessary, but now Charles intended to use it on her... She tearfully carried it over to him.

  He smiled. "You did well, Glenna, and I will not be too harsh with this lesson. There are many other lessons to teach you today, but since you brought the whip immediately you will only feel its sting ten times, five on each breast. Put your hands behind your back and push your chest out.

  Glenna flinched when the small flap slapped her left nipple. Four more times the left side felt it's snap, then the right nipple had to endure its torment. She was relieved to have it over, but Charles had other ideas.

  "Perhaps I should give each nipple one hard cut so that you know what to expect in the future if you deny me the pleasure of your breasts?"

  "I will not, Charles!" she quickly argued, but he insisted she put her arms behind her once more, and he quickly gave her the two cuts, making her scream, even as she grabbed to cover her breasts to protect them.

  "Put your hands down and stand still, he ordered sharply. Her hands were replaced with his tongue, and Glenna was shocked to hear herself moan in pleasure. She should hate Charles for what he was doing to her, but she loved the feelings he was creating within her. "Will you present your breasts from now on, wife?" he asked.

  "Yes, Charles."

  "They are very beautiful," he told her sincerely, and could see that she was pleased.

  "Now we have some punishment to deal with, and we'll go to the water closet to continue."

  "But, I'm not dressed!" she immediately protested when he opened the door to the room.

  "We are alone in the house, wife."

  "I don't care, Charles! It is not decent to traipse about naked!" she whispered the word.

  Charles pulled her over to the bed, and within minutes the hairbrush was setting fire to her bottom yet again. "It would seem that your reluctance is costing your bottom dearly, wife," he said conversationally, letting her kick and protest the spanking all she wanted. The hairbrush continued to land on her bottom, and then lower on her sit spot and thighs. "The thing is, we haven't even gotten to your punishment spanking yet. You are going to be so sore from all these necessary to persuade you that you won't sit for a week by the time you are strapped.
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  "Oh no! Oh no! Please, Charles, I'll be good! I'll go to the water closet! I will... Oh stop!" she bawled.

  "Do it right now, and no more fussing," he warned.

  The water closet was just across the hallway, but Glenna peeked up and down the hallway to make sure it was deserted before she stepped out of the bedroom and literally raced to the other room. Her eyes widened in dismay as she saw what was waiting. "No, Charles!" she wailed.

  "You asked me downstairs what I meant when I told you that you would be completely purged each and every time you claimed to be ill, but were in truth, lying. The first step of that purging is to wash the lie from your mouth. Tell me, Glenna, have you ever had your mouth soaped?" he wanted to know.

  "No!" she exclaimed, horrified at the very idea.

  "A first time for everything, it seems. Your part is very simple. You will open your mouth as wide as possible when I tell you too, and not spit until given permission. It takes a while to do a proper soaping. I will not tolerate lies, even fibs, Glenna, and you will learn that this is always a part of the consequence for doing so. Did you like to me about having a headache last night?" he asked sternly.

  "Yes, but I am truly sorry, Charles. I'll not do it again."

  "Good. This is what you may expect if you do," he wet the bar of soap, and coated his fingers liberally. Open wide, Glenna, and do not bite me. You'll get the razor strop if you do, and it will not count as part of the whippin' you have coming."

  Glenna didn't want to open her mouth. She tightly clamped her lips together

  "That is an old trick, honey, and it does not work," he shook his head. He pinched her nose shut, and when she opened her mouth to breath, he pushed his fingers inside, and moved his other hand to the back of her neck to hold her in place.

  Glenna stomped and tried to twist away, but Charles held her, and smeared soap all over the inside of her mouth and her tongue. When he removed his fingers, it was just to resoap them, and repeat the process. "I would have let two suffice for the first time, but that bit of nonsense in refusing to open your mouth has doubled your soaping, Glenna." He soaped again, taking his time, and letting the taste pervade her senses. "Burns, doesn't it?" he asked rhetorically. "Once more, and then I will let you spit and rinse. Are you going to lie to me again?" he asked? She shook her head no, her green eyes pleading with him to stop. "Good girl. I am going to release you, and you are going to prove you understand my position on this by opening your mouth wide and taking this final soaping as an adult. Once you have proven you can accept your punishment, I will end it." He released her, then soaped his fingers a fourth time while she stood there, trying hard not to swallow the vile stuff. "Are you going to stand right there and take your soaping like a big girl?" he asked.

  Glenna nodded. She opened wider, and permitted him to soap her thoroughly, and he took his sweet time. Her cheeks turned redder and redder as she submitted, but when he was finally done it was obvious to both of them that she had accepted the soaping. He gave her permission to spit, and even filled a glass so that she could rinse. It didn't help all that much, but Glenna was determined she would never lie to him again.

  "Now for the cleansing I mentioned," Charles said. "You probably are not going to like this, Glenna, but you have earned it, and it is my opinion a good enema will ensure that you maintain good health in the future.

  "Oh, Charles, no. I hate those. I will never lie to you again about my health. Please, just this once, let me off. I will be good, and I will never use our bed as a weapon. I give you my word."

  "I am sure you will not, Glenna, but the fact remains that you have to be punished for thinking you could get away with it in the first place. You will take your enema, and you will hold it for a very long time, and then you will take a cleansing enema..." Come and lie over my lap so that I can treat you."

  "You are my husband... This is not right, Charles. Please, do not make me," she cried.

  His answer was to take a seat, upend her, and start spanking. Her cheeks and thighs were red, and she still had a thorough strapping to endure. Glenna would be happy to remain confined to her home for the next week by the time he finished. "When you are ready to cooperate, you can let me know. I will not stop spanking until you ask nicely."

  Glenna could not! She would not! It was just too humiliating! The last time she had an enema, the doctor had sent a nurse to the house to administer it. She was only seven years old at the time, and the woman had teased her mercilessly, calling her a big baby! She would not have another enema. She would not!

  Charles spanked harder, targeting her sit spot, and still Glenna continued to argue and fight. There was a long handled bath brush within reach, and he picked it up. Glenna's cries turned desperate, and she finally begged him to stop. He did not. Stubbornness had its own price, and she was going to suffer it.

  Glenna felt the fight drain from her body as Charles punished her with the bath brush. She could not cry, kick, or even beg him to stop. She could only lie there and let him whack her sore bottom until he was inclined to stop. When he did, it was to put her on her feet. He put a towel over his lap, and indicated she was to crawl over.

  Glenna's face was a mottled red. How could this be happening to her? Her own sweet Father would never treat her Mother so despicably. She felt Charles pry her cheeks apart and she cried in shame as he touched her private opening. She felt something cold and wet being applied, and then she heard the slurping sounds as he filled a large bulb with warm, soapy water.

  "Relax!" he spanked her. "Open your legs so this goes in easier."

  Glenna obeyed. She did not want it to hurt. The long nozzle penetrated her, and she felt the warm soapy water flood her insides. When the bulb was empty, Charles filled it again, and he kept inserting it and squeezing the contents into her belly. She felt full, and the last bulb full was making her uncomfortable.

  "Please, Charles, I am filled!" she told him.

  "You will take every bit that I have prepared, Glenna," he decided, and emptied another bulb. "There will be one more, and I expect you to hold every drop." The last bit of soapy water was administered, and Glenna felt an overwhelming need to relieve herself. To her horror, Charles continued to hold her. There was an itching across her lower back, and then Charles started spanking her. Lightly. But her bottom was so sore, the pats felt like they were taking off her skin.

  "Tell me, was keeping me from your bed last night worth the consequences so far?"

  "No, sir! Please, may I go now?"

  "No, honey, I laid awake in some discomfort myself last night. I think it only appropriate that you suffer a bit. He stood her up, and then put her in the corner. You will stand right here, and hold your enema until I tell you otherwise. If you release, either on purpose or by accident, you will clean it up, receive a sound whipping, and we'll do it all over again." He paused to let his words sink it, then said, "I shall return in a bit. In the meantime you think about your spending during the last three months, and see if you can give me an accurate total. The severity of your strapping will depend upon your answer, so be very careful..."

  Glenna wanted to cry when he left her alone. She was cramping and she did not know how long she could hope to control herself! It was painful. Surely Charles wouldn't leave her too long. She could not stand it if he did. She tried to do as he said, and think about what she'd purchased in the last three months, but there was no way she could concentrate. The itch in her back was spreading, and she was truly struggling for control. In a few more seconds, she was going to have an accident. She started sweating, and crying.

  "I shall give you privacy now, Glenna," Charles said from the doorway. "Call me when you are completely finished, and we will do the second half."

  Chapter Three

  When she did go to the door to call, he was waiting patiently in the hallway. "We will have this over in no time, Glenna. You did well." He rinsed the basin he'd used earlier, and rinsed the bulb as well. He filled the basin with clear water, spre
ad the towel over his lap, and this time Glenna cooperated. "Are you planning to pretend an illness again?" he asked conversationally.

  "No, sir. Never again!" she quickly replied.

  "That is good. You will receive an enema each day of your confinement if you do," he announced, then smiled when she gasped. He noticed that she did not fuss over the water he squirted inside her, and he was very pleased. When he finished, he helped her up. "You can release that right away, honey. When you are freshened up, call me, and we will take care of your strapping. Then your punishment will be over, and all that will remain will be your instruction in wifely duty."

  "Charles, I am already so sore, must you strap me, too?" Glenna asked fearfully.

  "I am afraid so, little one. You will not be free to manipulate me. The lesson is a harsh one, but one that must be given. Have you recalled how much money you have spent in the last three months?"

  "No, sir," she admitted, knowing her answer disappointed him.

  He left the bathroom, and Glenna took her time. She washed her face and hands when she was sure she was finished with the commode. She did not want a strapping, but did not know how she could possibly talk her husband out of administering it. Finally, she could stall no longer. She opened the door, and as before, Charles was there, waiting patiently. "Take down my razor strop and bring it to the bedroom, Glenna."

  Her fingers were shaking, but she did as she was told.

  "You are already showing more obedience," he smiled at her. "Have you given any more thought to how much money you have spent since we married?"

  Glenna gave him an answer.

  "Would you be surprised to know that you have spent three times that amount?" he asked, and watched her eyes widen. "We will not continue with frivolous spending, wife. You will be given an allowance each month. When it is gone, it is gone. I will not give you another dime unless there is a truly valid reason. And, it would please me to see that you actually have some money left over at the end of the month. You will start writing down every purchase you make. I do not care how you spend your personal money, but I expect you to know how much you have spent, and how you spent it. I daresay it will tend to make you think twice about purchasing a hat that costs over half your monthly allowance."